Grace Cunningham finally found Teresa inside the dance hall. She casually motioned to her daughter and waited while Teresa took her time walking over. Grace took another disdainful look at Teresa's flamboyant outfit and squelched her desire to remark about it.
"Have you seen your father?" she asked.
Teresa shrugged. "He was here just a little while ago, Mom. Haven't you been keeping an eye on him?"
Grace looked around the dance floor. "No, I've been busy in my office."
"Did you check the bar?"
Grace shook her head. "No. I'll go look now. If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him."
"When you're in the bar say hello to Johnny for me," slurred Teresa.
Grace sneered at her daughter and said, "I'll tell him goodbye for you, my dear."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean it's all over between you and Johnny Carvel. You no longer interest him."
Teresa's face turned red as she hissed, "What have you done, you conniving…?"
But Grace didn't let her finish. She smiled sweetly and turned toward the bar. Teresa swallowed her words and let the anger ease from her limbs. She was glad she hadn't mentioned that her father left with Eileen just a few minutes ago. She wanted to enjoy the revenge and justice of fixing her father up with her girlfriend, but decided to hold off and just enjoy the secret knowledge of her father's activities.
Grace stepped into the bar and looked around. The last time she had seen her husband he was sitting at the table by the window with the other men. But his chair was empty. The men were still there, drinking, laughing. She thought for a moment about approaching them and asking but stopped.
It dawned on her: he was facing the pool all the time she was gone. Looking out on the pool and directly across to her office. He had to see her come and go, had to have seen the visits by Johnny and Alan. Grace swallowed, she knew it would take an awfully ignorant husband not to add it all together and come up with some serious suspicions.
Johnny Carvel smiled as Grace hurried over to the bar. "Hi, Grace, what'll you have?" he asked.
"Cut out the small talk, Johnny. Have you seen Walter? He was in here just a while ago."
Johnny grinned and wiped the bar with his rag. "Yeah, he was here. I sent him over quite a few good drinks in fact."
"Where did he go?" she anxiously asked.
Johnny shrugged. "Hell, I don't know."
She leaned close and forcefully asked, "Are you sure? Or are you lying to me?"
Johnny stepped back and raised his hands. "Honest, Grace, I don't know where he went!"
"When did he leave?" she demanded.
Several people at the bar were turning to see what the loud voices were. Johnny quickly bent down and started preparing a drink. Grace turned her back to him and looked innocently across the room. Finally Johnny placed a drink on the bar next to her elbow.
"Fifteen, twenty minutes ago… maybe half an hour. Hell, I've got other things to do than watch your husband," whispered Johnny.
"Do you have any idea why he left?" she quietly asked.
"I sure do," he said.
"Why?"
"Because he was getting tired of watching guys meet you in your office. Me included. And that lifeguard."
Grace took a long sip of her drink. "Oh."
"What went on with you and that boy?" asked Johnny. "You were in there long enough."
Grace swallowed more drink. "I had to tell him we were through, you know that. Something like that can't be done in two minutes."
"Like shit," hissed Johnny. "It didn't even take you five seconds to do it to me."
"You're a grown man, he's just a young boy," she said.
Johnny laughed. "All of a sudden you're all heart! Concerned for the feelings of men you drop!"
"Shhhhh!" she hissed. "Was he with anyone?"
"Who?"
"My husband! You know damn well who I mean!"
"No. All I saw was him getting up and walking into the dance. That's it."
Grace finished off the drink and clunked the glass onto the bar. She was determined to get to the bottom of this. As she stomped back to the dance Johnny picked up the glass with wonder. He grinned and shook his head. He'd laced that drink with enough alcohol to drown a horse and it hardly phased her. With a short laugh he dropped it into the sink and resumed wiping the bar with his rag.
Grace ran right into Teresa as she entered the dance. Teresa was on her way into the bar to see what Johnny had to say about their being through.
"Teresa! There you are!" snapped Grace.
"What is it, Mother?" asked Teresa with scorn.
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young lady," snarled Grace.
"What do you want?"
"You lied to me, didn't you?" asked Grace.
"Mother, I've been lying to you all my life! It's the only way I can deal with you. Okay? Now why don't you leave me alone?" Teresa stated.
"Who was your father with when he left? And don't try to tell me you didn't notice!" Grace grabbed Teresa by the arm and squeezed tight.
"Let go of me!" hissed Teresa.
"Tell me! I know you well enough to know you wouldn't have let him leave without noticing!"
"What makes you think he left with anybody? Maybe he got disgusted with you and your whoring around and just went home alone!"
Grace's hand slashed in an arc at Teresa's face but missed as Teresa ducked and jerked her arm free. "You bitch!" Teresa hissed under her breath. "You bet your ass he left here with somebody!"
Grace moved in close. "Who?"
"Somebody who'll make him feel like a real man. Someone who honestly appreciates him!"
"Goddamit! Who?"
Teresa laughed. "I'm not going to tell you! All I'll say is that she's a hell of a lot better than you ever were or are now!"
Grace was furious. She stomped away from Teresa and went to the main entrance. Outside sat the family car. Wherever he'd gone, it wasn't in the car; he had to be somewhere close by. She walked out into the cool air and circled the building on legs that were steadily growing numb with rage and alcohol. Finally she staggered into the bar once again.
"Johnny," she whispered from the edge of the bar.
Johnny held his hand up and motioned for her to wait while he mixed a drink. As soon as he was done he moved to her and put the drink down in front of her. She picked it up and drank.
"Where would a man go if he found someone to play around with?" she asked.
"A hotel?"
"No." She shook her head. "I mean here. Here on the grounds of the club."
"Your office?" he asked.
"Cut it out, Johnny! Where would Walter go if he wanted to be alone? Where would you go?"
Johnny thought for a minute before answering. "Out on the golf course, to the old ground-keeper's cottage. That's where I'd go if I had a key."
Grace staggered back. Of course. She grabbed the potent drink and gulped it down before reeling around and dashing back outside. The old cottage! Why hadn't she thought of that? He and his buddies have their poker games out there… and God knows what else.
She started to walk, then saw the row of golf carts sitting by the green grass. She had never driven one before but soon discovered the foot pedal on the floor and shot off across the slopes to the electric whine of the engine. The air blew against her face, sobering her enough to realize when she had gone too far.
She made a circular turn and aimed the cart toward the dark grove of trees where she was sure the cottage used to be. By the time she found it the house was dark except for a dim light in one of the upstairs windows. Grace plowed the cart into the thick bushes surrounding the cottage before she could figure out which pedal was the brake.
She climbed away from the golf cart with an awkward lurch and searched for a path. With an unsteady gait she maneuvered down the stone walk to the front door. She held still and listened. Everything was quiet, no other golf carts, no noises, only the upstairs light.
She tried the door. It opened and she stepped into the dark room. Grace stood silent again and listened. Nothing. Instead of turning on any lights, she found her way to the stairs and slowly moved from step to step until reaching the short hallway at the top.
Grace kept her bleary eyes glued to the light shining through the crack at the bottom of the closed door. She took staggering step after step until reaching the door. Her nerves were pounding throughout her body as she reached for the knob and wondered what would be found on the other side.
With a quick lunge she threw the door open and stepped into the light of the room. An accusing "Ah!" was on her lips but she had to hold it back. The room looked empty. The large bed was messed with heaped covers but there were no other signs of life.
Then the edge of the blankets moved and Grace pushed the door quietly closed. She watched intently as a slim form rolled under the covers and wheezed with sleep. Several strands of healthy red hair on the pillow gave Grace her first clue about who was under the covers.
She gently lifted the blankets and looked down on the peacefully sleeping face of Eileen. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth tightly upon recognizing Teresa's girlfriend. It all fit together, Teresa using Eileen as a form of revenge against her.
But Walter wasn't there. She had no way of proving anything. That's what hurt the most. Grace started to lower the covers back down but her eyes fell on the soft curve of Eileen's smooth throat. She lifted the covers to see more of the girl her husband just left.
The small white breasts lifted with each breath of Eileen's sleeping body. The nipples were relaxed, fleshy and soft. Her slight arms and limber body were fully open and inviting. The narrow waist was bent, the hips rested on one side and her legs stretched downward in a hugging tangle.
Grace felt the saliva well into her mouth as she stared at the limber, supple form. She wanted to scream with rage and drive the naked girl from the house but instead she kept staring, wondering, desiring. Her hand moved down to slowly caress the slender arm of the sleeping beauty.
From the arm her fingers trailed to the modest lump of breast to touch and press against the pliant nipple. The flesh of the nipple started to pucker and grow red. Eileen's body stretched and she let out a sigh of pleasure. Grace cupped the small tit in her hand and gave it a firm, rubbing squeeze until another sigh came from Eileen's sleeping mouth.
She pushed the covers completely away from the body and sat down next to her. With both hands she softly kneaded the two girlish tits until they responded with pinpoint nipples and a covering of goose flesh. In her sleep Eileen was making low, guttural moans, her shoulders were rolling from side to side as she felt the pleasant caresses.
Grace was intrigued by Eileen's flawless flesh and curving lines, so much so that she forgot where she was. Her spinning head wanted only one thing, to feel and touch this lovely young creature, to taste and hold the youth next to her where she might somehow drain the loveliness into herself.
As Grace's hand moved down from the breast to the flatness of her belly Eileen's hips rolled until she was totally on her back. In response to the traveling hand her legs opened to each side to lay the red-haired mound of her waiting cunt open to Grace's touch.
But Grace held her hand on the small belly and leaned down to kiss each contracted nipple, to suck the sweetness of their firm skin between her lips and tease her tongue across the tiny bump on top. Eileen's chest and breasts heaved up to the licking face, sucking lips, chewing teeth. She groaned aloud this time and wrapped her arms around the kissing head.
Grace burrowed into the sparse meat of the tits and rubbed her face back and forth against the saliva-soaked nipples. She felt the young body washing below her, grinding, twisting hungrily in response to her hands and mouth.
She kissed a winding trail down the body until her lips met the wisps of red pubic hair. Grace could smell the husky odor of recent sex coming from the waiting crotch, she could almost taste the remains of her husband on the flesh of this youthful form.
She touched the red lips of Eileen's wet slit with her fingers and followed them around the complete hole. Eileen's hips were swaying slowly with happiness as Grace inserted her finger inside the twat to feel the heat, the slickness, the abundant juices of the eager, boiling hole.
Grace ran her ringer deep inside Eileen and swirled it from wall to wall until the hips were jerking with frantic passion below her. Then she withdrew the cream-soaked finger and lifted it to her lips. The tastes of male and female melted onto her tongue as she sucked the wetness into her mouth and down her throat.
Grace pulled away from the groaning form with a sudden jerk. She stood next to the bed on unsteady legs and gazed down at the vulnerable child spread across the mattress. The taste of sperm filled her mouth, Walter's sperm, bitter sperm. With a silent curse she started undressing.
Once she was as nude as the girl on the bed, Grace lay down so that her head rested between the spread legs. The ripe smell of the small cunt filled her nostrils as she drew her mouth close and kissed the moist lips, licked the dribbling liquids and stabbed her tongue deep inside.
The heated hug of the cunt around her tongue made Grace's senses reel with vibrant feeling. She stabbed deep, twisted and rolled her tongue like a frantic snake until the pussy was crying excited juices down to her sucking lips. Eileen's body was throbbing with energy, lifting and shoving the mouthed twat eagerly up to her buried head.
When Eileen's eyes opened and she felt the surges of warmth throughout her insides she thought Mr. Cunningham had returned. She lowered her hands down to wrap around the head between her legs, the head that was giving her such wonderful pleasure. Then she felt the hair, long, much too long to be that of Walter, thicker, not his.
She raised up as best she could and looked down. The realization that the body between her legs was a woman's stunned Eileen. She fell back and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Then she lifted again and stared. It took only seconds for her to recognize the deep tan and full, curving body of Grace Cunningham. With a fearful whimper she fell back onto the mattress and wondered what to do.
But the tongue felt too good. It was scrubbing her cunt with rapid strokes which hit in exactly the right places. Her clitoris was swollen and about to explode, the walls of her steaming box were quivering with excitement, the pliable caress of the digging tongue sent her into a wild orgasm.
She grabbed at the hair and pulled to force the face even deeper into her crotch. Her hips rose up and swayed with complete release against the sucking, gnawing mouth as her guts exploded and streams of cooking fluids flowed like hot butter into the scooping lips.
Grace felt the body responding to her mouth and reached under the straining cheeks of Eileen's ass to hold her writhing hips like a chalice while she drank the wine of her body. She ran her tongue in wide sweeps across the inner thighs and down to the crevice of the rump. Eileen's breath was a howl of wind, her rib cage heaved and she trembled from head to toe as the final burst of joy ran from her.
Grace began kissing the limp body once the orgasm passed. She lovingly kissed the hips, the belly and went back to the adolescent breasts. Quivers of excitement traveled under her mouth from all the flesh she touched with her searching, nipping lips and tongue.
As Grace brought her starving mouth down on the fresh lips of Eileen she saw the girl was awake, wide-eyed with wonder, flushed with pleasure. She stabbed her tongue far into the gaping mouth and felt the small wet tongue lift up in happy response to writhe against her own.
"Hello, Mrs. Cunningham," wheezed Eileen as the older lady drew her mouth away.
"Hello, Eileen," said Grace with a husky, dry tone of anxious desire.
Grace didn't give Eileen any more time to talk. She grabbed her hand and firmly pressed it into the running fire of her own screaming cunt. The fingers started to instantly explore the fullness and heat of her lips and vulva. Then Grace sighed with relief as she felt the fingers dip and wiggle inside the fluid-dripping foreskins of her twat.
"Yes, my dear… Yes, that's it," she whispered into Eileen's ear.
Eileen shoved her two fingers far inside the squeezing gash to taunt the sensitive tissues into more and more release of running wetness. She twisted them from side to side until Grace lurched away with a groan and grabbed her by the shoulders. She pulled the young girl down and over her thighs until the red head rested between her open, screaming thighs.
"Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she cried with agony. "Please me as much as you did him!"
Eileen's face was tightly crammed into the matted, soaked crotch. She could feel the slippery lips grinding against her mouth with more and more pressure. She was shocked, surprised, she had never done anything like this before but knew she had very little choice.
She opened her mouth and felt the burning flesh slip inside her lips. The taste of ripe juices flooded her mouth, filled her nostrils, made her senses reel with renewed excitement. She pushed her tongue at the cunt and felt it open with ease to allow her full, unhampered entry.
Grace kept her hands on the back of the young girl's head and ground her twat up into the curious face. She felt the tongue tentatively touching inside her twat, exploring, tasting. Then the mouth sucked softly, drew her pussy lips inside and gave them a firm squeeze. Eileen's lips and tongue were increasing their movement, stabbing, lapping, sucking the screaming heat from Grace's outraged hole.
Grace rolled to her back alongside the lithe form. While Eileen kept sucking at her cunt she pulled the slim legs up to her shoulders and burrowed into the furry patch of matted red hair between. She pushed the thighs wide apart to open the young cunt to her full mouth. Then she filled it with the swirling wash of her tongue.
As Eileen licked deeper and deeper into the heaving cunt at her face she felt a finger making small circles around the rim of her anus. The pressure of the fingertip grew stronger each second until her anus expanded open to allow it inside. The filling feeling made Eileen dive hard into the deliciousness of the draining gash.
Grace inserted her tongue to full depth then pressed her finger inside the tight little asshole until it was completely buried. Then she bent it, twisted it, made the limber torso squirm with painful pleasure as she reamed her cunt and probed her asshole.
Eileen's body started to buck violently and tremble as another climax cascaded through her. Grace pumped her finger rapidly in and out of the asshole as perspiration coated Eileen's thrashing, humping body.
Eileen frantically tried to keep her breath, tried to maintain some kind of control, but she couldn't. Her senses were much too excited to respond to her will as the tongue and finger drove her to greater and greater excitement. She reached around Grace's full, curving thigh and grabbed at the cheeks of her round, mature backside.
She probed her finger into the crack, finding the asshole and shoved. Grace eased her thighs open more and the tiny finger slid quickly inside the grabbing anus. Now they were evenly matched, sucking and probing, digging and licking.
With their bodies intertwined Grace used her tongue to feel the firm pulpiness surrounding Eileen's fresh pussy. She brushed through the sparse hair, pushed the lips back and forth, rammed solidly into the hard, extremely sensitive clitoris and felt the young girl instantly twist with great throbs of rolling pleasure.
Eileen tried her best to please Grace as much as she was pleasing her. But she didn't know what to do. She battered her tongue against the stiff clitoris, sucked hard at the hanging lips, stuffed her tongue as deep as she could reach. Then she began to pump her finger like it was a cock, a cock in Grace's tight asshole.
Grace's hips started to grind up with each jab of the finger and deep plunge of the tongue. Eileen sped up her efforts until her hand was a blur between the oval cheeks and her tongue a non-stop flow of thrusting, pulling muscle. The scorching heat of the cunt grew with each moment.
"Yes! Yes!" moaned Grace.
Eileen clamped tightly to the open crotch and threw herself completely into pleasing her girlfriend's mother. The body under her was rising and dropping with a steady roll of the hips and lurch of the chest when she pressed her teeth against the cooking clitoris.
"Uhhhh! Yes!" screeched Grace.
Eileen chewed deep into the juice-soaked gash until the clitoris bulged stiffly between her teeth. Grace was crying out a steady groan of ecstasy when her hips jutted fiercely up and bounded from side to side. Eileen's head stayed between the thighs to keep eating and increasing the height of Grace's humping orgasm.
"Oh God! Yes! It feels so good!" Grace cried with strain from her throat.
Then another climax bolted through Eileen's riding body to send her into spasms of happiness. Their arms clamped tightly around the legs of each other to hug each crying pussy as close as possible while the creams of their insides poured steadily into their mouths.
They rolled from one side of the bed to the other and back in their throes of mutual release, until the hugging arms and straining thighs, relaxed. Eileen was again on top of Grace when the rolling stopped, her long red hair was splayed out like a fan of fire across the back of her head.
The two females were motionless as they rested and didn't speak. Eventually the sleep-filled eyes of Eileen closed and the reddened, spinning eyes of Grace did likewise.